There I was, brand new thermacool jogging shirt, springy socks and my trainers..ready to sweat it out due to the insistent demand of my woman..(my boss, my girl, my health guru). With a positive attitude and a secret plan to finish off the porkchop wedged at the back of the fridge for covert midnight operations after the morning exercise. While walking towards my nearby soccer field with a jogging path, I was expecting a bevy of cute girls, bouncing about and making my torment a bit tolerable. But to my surprise, I saw that if I have to stick it out on my 30 day program, I better catch up on my history. With the fresh smell of the air, came in a bizarre "is that from an ancient tibetan monk" ointment smell from all the senior citizens working out their last bit of reflexes. Some came in with aids on the side and a lot still were common folks, trying to follow their doctors advise to "walk back to health." So, there I was, warming up and stretching my legs when my jogging mates could barely lift theirs..
a couple minutes later, and a couple of panting breaths, I realized that I sort of gave a wrong signal to one of the World war veteran who was also jogging...He looked at me as if I was a Japanese invader with a dirty harry kind of look : "whats up punk?" Did I step on his shoes? Did I wet him with my sweat?...thoughts pondered but doubts were not answered.
Have you ever stopped on a red light and idling beside you is another car that is basically of the same make and engine type. Then just out of nowhere, the other driver nods as if he's good to go...then a split second later you're in a road race?...well, I have no doubt that that's what Mr.Grumpy wanted. Buy hey, I can't do that right?...as slow as I was going, Mr.G's stride (legs apart from bone deteriration due to alcohol consumption) was really slow..well, quick for him I guess..but then again..it's too early to pass on a race to easy to win... a wider 5 step stride and he was eating dirt ( boo to me for being mean!!) and what do you know, Mr.G tried really hard, and as far as I can notice, several of his troop mates also wanted to race...
So 10 minutes on...I was on my self made podium in my mind..having raced 4 men, I finally won my first marathon!! Can't wait to brag to my girl..(except for the age details...) LOL
